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I'll be a writer when I finally go deaf In the manner of whoever they say is the best Committing to paper the chances I have missed The girls I have loved The dogs I have kissed The dogs I have kissed The dogs I have kissed I'll be a drunk when I finally go blind Sharing a pint with whomever I find Telling the secrets I'd never let out Sharing a stout with whoever's about Whoever's about Whoever's about Whoever's about I'll be a bore when I finally go broke I'll bum cigarettes and learn how to smoke I'll have a good laugh everytime I am told I should run for office now that I'm old And I am old I am old I'm old I am old I'll be a preacher and I'll save all the souls SongtexteThat burn down in Hell like a billion coals And Jesus may sing through these strings And the Devil may cry through these eyes And the Virgin Mary may stage us that way With this unlucky body This unlucky body This unlucky body I'll be a writer when I finally go deaf But I can't right away this new shortness of breathe Is my body expressing some impossible desires That I'm sure I'll take with me into the fires Into the fires Into the fires Into the fires Aus Songtexte Mania